storiesfrombukoto
East African, Lover of words, Learning to write, Eclectic reader, Loves belly rubs.
She was beautiful, she was vulnerable, she was 'in love'. She knew this was a good man. Different from the men she had known.
He knew her past. He knew her pain. He longed to heal her. He promised he would love her. Yet he burned with lust.
She though he was safe. He thought he was pure. He wanted pleasure, she wanted comfort. He took her to bed. He quenched his thirst, she felt his warmth. She saw him, he saw her. They never spoke again.
